30.4.09

... the embroidered patch beside the glassfragment comes from this old kitchen curtain,I imitated some of it below.And the eye not only looks sleepy, butsort of sophisticated...

"Blue is the color of the sky Without a cloud Cool, distant, beautiful and proud. Blue is the quiet sea And the eyes of some people, And many agree As they grow older and older Blue is the scarf Spring wears on her shoulder. Blue is twilight shadows on snow, Blue is feeling way down low. Blue is a heron, A sapphire ring, You can smell blue in many a thing:

Gentian and Larkspur, Forget-me-nots, too. And if you listen You can hear blue In wind over water And wherever flax blooms And when evening steps into Lonely rooms. Cool is blue:

29.4.09

It has been warm in Berlin (warmest Aprilsince 1890), and very windy - which tendsto make me restless and cranky...As a pacifier, I made this (little, light,slightly girlish...) thing.I like her, she´s sweet company...

Remember the International Fiber Collaborative´sTree Project (I made a leafto contribute to it)? Now the tree hasbeen completed, go have a look at it here...

27.4.09

A blackbird, coming back several timesto steal soil (or is it mould?) from thebalcony. She had the decencyto take it from empty pots - seeminglyempty, that is: I´d buried sprouting potatoesin them, vain attempt at urbanagricultural self-supply...

Yesterday I made a miniature furoshiki,following this very pleasant tutorial -and Jude´s advice for stress relief throughmismatched thread (didn´t work too wellthough, got annoyed about the binding...)

21.4.09

I like (sometimes prefer) it´s reflectionon the inside of the double balcony door...

...and I like to make these small, lightthings. Calms my nerves, I suppose.The bit of text (merklich Hoffnung = perceptiblehope) is from an old book by Gottfried Keller(master German-language story-teller ofthe late 19th century)

16.4.09

At my mother´s, the garden help hadsmashed a blue glass globe which wasstanding in a flower bed on a stick (what´s it called in English - in Germanwe say Rosenkugel...?)- anyways, she wasmuch distressed because my father had givenit to her...So I made this, including two of thefragments:

The expectation of tearing open the earthwhen putting down a pen you sayresembles the expectation of the first menacross the Atlantic who disregarded any lossesset out like dogs to search for their masterin the other hemisphere it certainly doesn´t resemblethe calm out here on this fieldthere follows our customary silencethe year collapses and the groundis frozen in the tumble I rememberthe vagueness of the weather forecast this morningand feel on both hands while you let them gothe ostracism of the wind which onlycarries hither hats and perhaps some old papers

7.4.09

Last week I bought 2 t-shirt-markersat a 50-cent-shop, then went on to the zoo,where I passed a small enclosurefor water birds, for which I never caredmuch, just noticed the tiny beach all trampledby bird feet and went on, then in the eveningtried out my t-shirt-markers -and here´s what resulted from all this...

5.4.09

"Before I get to the button tinI have to explain where I've beenHere taking care of my parents, for who knows how long.Both ill and not very strong.

This is how I stumbled upon this tin.I'm here staying with themSleeping in my mothers sewing roomSo I can be closer and more attuned.

So I opened up this little red rusty tinand this is where the button talk beginsSome of these buttons being very oldpassed down from her mother and not resold

There is probably even some of great grannies here.Some from the good old days that look worse for wear.But if they could only talk to us.Could you imagine the stories and such.

Brass buttons, blue buttons to name a few.Some with eyes, I guess they can see too.Some from shirts, some from coats.Maybe even one from a harlot's petticoat.(Boy, the stories that one could tell.We won't go there, might burn in hell: O)

But can you imagine where these buttons have beenWorn by babies, children, ladies and men.I'm sure they witnessed some history.Seen all God's creations and life's mysteries.

I sure would like to stay and listen to them.Here the stories of where they've been.But it's time to go take care of mom now.I'll leave you with one thought that may raise your brow.Better beware when your buttons stare.Cause' later they'll be telling your stories with flare.Then again I guess that's why we undress before we go to bed.So those buttons don't have any incriminating facts in their heads."

(JoJo Bean: If Buttons Could Talk)

- Yes, this is a la la poem. But I like it, for button´s sake...

4.4.09

2.4.09

Another small "journey" in progress -it´s tea-dyed cotton (and a piece oft-shirt-sleeve from the clumsiness-blanket pile) on linen, the writing - "all is riverrun, meeting, a briefjourney together, dissolution..." (foundthis line in River of Gods by Ian McDonald,amazing book...) - stitched with tea-dyedthin chrochet yarn

"I chart the psyche,observing how I force myself to speakto you, imagining thattogether we mighttransform a life.